My Daughter Is from the End of Time

My name is Lu Ci, I am seventeen years old and ranked last in the school. That rainy night, a soaked little girl stopped me, holding a stuffed bear with missing eyes in her arms. She looked up at me and said, "Dad, I found you." I thought she was talking nonsense. Until the man in gray fell from the sky, until I saw the pattern of clock gears emerging from my pupils. They said she was an anchor in time, an anomaly that shouldn't exist. They said it had to be cleared. She shrank in my arms, her body became smaller and smaller, and her speech became more and more difficult. Eventually she couldn't speak. She used her last bit of strength to write in the palm of my hand. Stroke by stroke. "Don't, cry." It was the first time in my life that I was wanted. It's also the last time. Unless - I can find a way to keep her alive within a week.